Dave stared at the man with an unnerving calmness, his expression unchanging despite the hostility radiating from the group before him. "What? Did I say anything wrong?" he asked, his voice smooth and controlled. "I'm only speaking the truth here. And you should certainly learn to accept the truth, no matter how uncomfortable it makes you feel."The man snapped back immediately, his face reddening with anger. "Lies! I don't know what rubbish you're saying! You no longer stay here, you don't belong here anymore. You're an outsider now, so just get lost already! Leave before we make you leave!"A woman standing behind him scoffed loudly, folding her arms proudly across her chest. Her expression was one of pure contempt as she looked Dave up and down. "Why did you ever crawl back here anyway?" she questioned, her voice dripping with mockery. "Did you think we would have mercy on you and let you in or something? Did you think we actually care about your pathetic little self and your sad s

Anne slowly nodded as she stared at him, her expression thoughtful but tinged with uncertainty. "Is it really possible to meet him? I mean... based on what everyone has said—Mr. Simon, the news reports, even those arrogant staff back there—it seems nearly impossible to meet him! He's surrounded by layers of protection, always inaccessible."Dave leaned back in his seat and stared into thin air for a long moment, his mind working through the problem. The car was quiet except for the distant sounds of the city outside. Finally, he replied, his voice calm and measured."Let's not say impossible at all," he said slowly. "He's not a god, Anne. He's also a mere human being with the same weaknesses and limitations as anyone else. So nothing about meeting him is truly impossible. All we have to do is strategize properly, think creatively, and we'll surely be able to find a way to reach him. There's always a way."Anne slowly nodded, agreeing with what he had said. His confidence was reassurin

"Who are they?" someone in the crowd whispered to their companion, curiosity evident in their voice."I think they're a couple? They look like they're together," another guest responded, craning their neck to get a better view."Isn't that Dave? The owner of that old hospital—Salvatore? The one that was just taken over recently?" a well-dressed woman commented, recognition dawning on her face."He's the one," her friend confirmed. "And that's Anne with him, isn't it? I've seen photos of them together in the news before.""Yes, yes," another guest chimed in. "I have to say the truth, they look absolutely gorgeous together! The way they complement each other—it's like they were made to stand side by side.""Indeed they look good together," an older gentleman agreed, nodding appreciatively. "Rumour has it that they're dating and all. I've been following news about them recently—quite the interesting pair. So much drama surrounding them.""What are they doing here though? This event is us

"Yes, please do tell us where your hospital is so we can come and pay a visit sometime," Mrs. Kane insisted with a warm, encouraging smile. "We'd love to see your facilities and perhaps continue our wonderful conversation about wine in a more relaxed setting."Dave smiled pleasantly as he looked at them, his expression calm and friendly. Then he deliberately turned his gaze toward Mr. Yale, his eyes carrying a meaning only the two of them could understand. "Is that so? My hospital? Well, how do I put this delicately..." He paused, letting the tension build just slightly. He turned fully to Mr. Yale. "I'm sure your son can tell you exactly where my hospital is. Right? He would know better than anyone."Mr. Yale stiffened visibly as he stared at Dave, his entire body going rigid. He was certain now—absolutely certain—that Dave was looking for a way to expose him, to get revenge in front of his own unsuspecting parents. And he couldn't let him act at all. Not here, not now, not like this

Dave was obviously making a threat, his words hanging in the air like a dark cloud. And Mr. Yale could feel the weight of that threat pressing down on him. Despite his bravado, something flickered in his eyes—a flash of fear that he quickly suppressed. He got scared but pushed himself not to show it, forcing his expression to remain hard and unyielding."What a joke," Mr. Yale spat out, his voice dripping with contempt. "That will never happen, and I'll make sure you eat your words. You'll be the one to beg me in this industry! You'll pay for what you did, and you'll be the one to come kneeling to me, begging me to hand you a job! You'll see! The tables will turn, and you'll regret ever crossing me!"But Dave calmly stared at him, unfazed by the outburst. Something in Mr. Yale's words caught his attention—a clue, a hint of something deeper. He tilted his head slightly, studying the man before him."What did I do to you?" Dave asked quietly, genuinely curious. "It seems like you know m